Classic Poem

THE CHRISTMAS-PIE .

Was-haile!
Bring next the meats with mickle pride;
The plover and the partridge pied,
Woodcock and heron fine,
Good drink thereto, the Gascon wine;
Was-haile!
And then, whiles pipe and tabor ply,
The best of all, the shridded pie.
Drink-haile!
Without the door let Sorrow lie!
And gif she die,
We'll shroud her in the Christmas-pie.
Was-haile! Noil!
He brings good cheer, Immanuel!